This is a short story to test out a dream I had one night. If I get feedback i'll turn it into a full scale book. Look, I didn't want to be a gunslinger. Almost every time it gets you killed in violent, brutal ways. But then again, i'm not dead.. yet. Follow the journey of 18 year old Ryan and his gang, or group you could call it in the late 1800's during the decline of the Wild West. After a gang attack leaves their families and neighborhood in ruin, he and his friends are all that is left of their town "Geyser". For the last couple of years, they've lived never knowing the mysterious circumstances behind their family's death. A group of "bad kids", bouncing in and out of camps and sidewalks, he discovers the truth behind the events so many years ago. When he finds out his town's past getting mixed up in the young "Wallace Gang" affair. He uses his resources and the help of a couple members to bring them to justice. Let me know what you think! **I'm a regular high school student, updates will be spontaneous but I try. **I do not own RDR or any of its content. i only own the ideas, characters created
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